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"Lieutenant Alford," they answered. Something black dropped before Thaine Aydelot's eyes and Doctor Carey's words stung like powder burns in his memory. "Wait till you see a Kansas boy brought in, and count the cost again." In civil life character builds slowly up to higher levels. In war, it leaps upward in an instant.
"Aydelot's black mare could do it if anything could," Pryor Gaines declared, trying to speak cheerfully, yet he was the least able to meet the hardships of that season. "Yes, maybe," Shirley commented. "She's a thoroughbred, and they finally win, you know. But knowing what you do, who of you wants to face Darley Champers?" Again a hopeless despair filled the hearts of the little company.
Thaine Aydelot's eyes were so much like Virginia Thaine's to him just then. Presently he went on: "Sometimes the thing we fail to get helps us to know better how to live and to live happily. You will not be a coward, Thaine, when you come, year by year, to know the greater wilderness inside yourself.
Something like pain stabbed suddenly into Thaine Aydelot's mind as he caught sight of her, a surprise to find how daintily attractive she was in her cool summer gown of pale blue gingham and her becoming hat with its broad brim above her brown-gold hair. "I didn't expect to find you here," Leigh said as Thaine took the chair opposite her at the little table.
The real romance out here will be Thaine Aydelot's romance, for he was born here." Amid all the din Of the everyday battle some peace may begin, Like the silence of God in its regal content, Till we learn what the lesson of yesterday meant.
"I need your help now. When I came West life didn't seem worth living at first, but I had it on my hands and couldn't throw it away. I tried to take an interest in Asher Aydelot's home. But it is a second-rate kind of pleasure to sit by your own lonely fireside and enjoy the thought of the comfort another man has in his home with the wife of his choice." A shadow fell on Dr.
Todd Stewart clinched his hands together. The husband of the sick woman set his jaws like iron. Pryor Gaines turned his face away and offered no further word. Asher Aydelot sat looking out across the prairie, touched to silvery beauty by the pitying moonlight, and Jim Shirley bowed his head and said nothing. "I will go to Wykerton," Virginia Aydelot's soft voice broke the silence.
His holdings joined the property foreclosed by Wyker when his town failed, but inhabited still by tenants too poor to leave it. The boundary line between Wyker and Jacobs was the same ugly little creek that Doctor Carey had turned his course to avoid on that winter day when he had seen Virginia Aydelot's distress signal and heard her singing a plaintive plea for help.
Jane Aydelot's face whitened, and her hands closed involuntarily on one another as she waited. "I must have you and Asher Aydelot reconciled. What can I tell him of you?" The pink flush returned to the pale cheeks. "Let him read my will. I copied it when I had your telegram two days ago. I cannot give him my property; Uncle Francis' will forbids it. But take the copy with you.
"The real story of the plains is the story of the second generation; the real romance here will be Thaine Aydelot's romance, for he was born here." So Virginia Aydelot had declared on the day she had gone to visit the Bennington baby, Josephine, and coming home had met Asher with little Thaine beside Mercy Pennington's grave.
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